Chapter 2543: In Line with Nature

"Keep the door, Stenev, and no one is allowed in without my order.

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

Malashenko decided to take matters into his own hands and did not need anyone else to do it for him.

Bang——

The large iron door of the interrogation room, which was half-buried in the bunker, was pulled shut by Stenev from the outside, making a dull sound. The sound sounded just like the situation in front of them. For some people, it was not true. So wonderful.

The technical colonel of the German armored forces who had seen Malashenko once at dusk had a look of horror on his face. He originally thought that he had escaped a disaster and did not have to be cut off by the bear-like Slavic man with a knife. The method of showing it off and then stuffing it into his mouth made him choke to death, but he was really wrong.

The "Iron Butcher" who came back for unknown reasons had a fierce look on his face, standing there like a devil with a cold anger on his face, which was scary to look at.

The German colonel, who was panicked and had no ability to protect himself, didn't know what he had done wrong. Before the sun went down, he had already confessed everything he needed to confess, and he had not lied at all. This "steel butcher" now had a fierce look on his face. Why do you want to come back to find yourself like this? Could it be that he decided to kill the donkey when he saw that it had no use value?

"Mr. General, sir, please listen to me first. What do you want?"

boom--

Before the innocent-looking German colonel could even finish a sentence, Malashenko stepped forward and hit him directly in the face with a fist as big as a sandbag.

"ah!!!"

After letting out a scream, he was hit with a fist and knocked backwards. Suddenly, he could no longer stand still, and he squatted on his buttocks and was beaten until he collapsed on the ground.

The Aryan face, which was originally in good condition, was like an overturned spice box. All kinds of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty things rushed up at once. There was a feeling of heat rushing out of the nose. The whole world in front of me seemed to have been poisoned. It started to spin like magic.

"Do you know what this is?"

Before the German colonel, who was punched directly in the face and knocked out of breath, could react, Malashenko had already caught up with him and came in front of him, squatting down to confront him who was slumped on the ground. "Equal dialogue", the next sentence that followed made the German colonel who had not recovered his head so far was stunned.

"Be honest and I won't put it in your mouth. I still have a lot of stuff in my pocket."

Before the German colonel could argue or explain, Malashenko's huge right hand that had just knocked the person back four or five meters with his fist suddenly stretched out again.

And without saying a word, he directly grabbed the entire lower half of the German colonel's face. He didn't care that the nosebleeds were dripping down to his chin, and he didn't mind it at all. He used force with his right hand to forcefully fix his mouth before he could close it, keeping it still. Move, pinch the two chocolates that have been broken open in your hand, and put them into your mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The German colonel wanted to say something, but his mouth, which was captured by Malashenko, could not move at all. He could not open it further and could not close it. He did not dare to raise his hand to face the terrifyingly powerful "steel butcher" in front of him. , any disrespectful act of struggling and resisting, because he was afraid that the already angry Russian devil would kill himself with a shot.

The only thing he could do was to watch these two overdoses being put into his mouth, not to mention that the "Iron Butcher" had more in his pocket. It was simply despair mixed with death.

"Say I'm oooo, tell me I'm oooo."

His speech was unclear but he could barely understand the meaning. After achieving what he wanted, Malashenko immediately released his right hand and waved it. The captured German colonel, whose saliva was mixed with nosebleeds and flowed down, was finally able to take a breath from the pain.

"You only have one chance to organize your words."

"I, I know, I'll say anything."

Of course the German colonel knew what Malashenko was about to force into his mouth.

Although he is only a technical colonel and is not responsible for commanding battles, this does not prevent him from hanging around Berlin and dealing with big guys every day. He has heard the ulterior details about this kind of thing, even the generals on the front line. Things they don’t necessarily understand.

"That's not pure chocolate, it's a disguised mixed chocolate. The purpose is to make people think it is chocolate distributed as military supplies."

"There is a chemical agent mixed in it. I don't know its name. I really don't know. When I was in school, I almost slept in the chemistry class. I can't remember those smelly and long names at all."

"I only know that it can make soldiers extremely excited and fanatical, and it can weaken or even block the effects of pain nerves to a great extent. Even if they are shot, they will not be affected, feel almost no pain, and have no fear. Continue to fight. Unless the body's functions are destroyed or killed, this is a highly effective strengthening agent for soldiers to fight. This is how the wretched man in the white coat introduced it."

""

Malashenko smiled, a sinister and terrifying smile, at least in the eyes of the German colonel.

"Then why did you disguise yourself as chocolate to deceive the soldiers? Or, since it is so useful, why didn't you eat it and take me hostage to escape? It can strengthen your physical fitness and even turn you into an Aryan Superman isn’t it?”

""

Malashenko's words really stopped the German colonel on the spot.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer. I had no choice but to continue to tell the facts one by one.

"Because it has strong side effects, the amount you gave me is double the amount. If I eat it, I will definitely go crazy. I don't know if I can beat you by then, but I will definitely lose my mind and even see hallucinations."

"I saw someone in the laboratory eat three of these things, and then went crazy and suddenly died. I tell you this because I still want to live, I don't want to die. This thing is not developed by me, nor did I ask to be transported to the battlefield for use. I told you everything I know, just hoping that you can let me live."

Malachenko did not answer the question of whether to let the German colonel "live", but changed the subject and asked about the details that the German colonel had accidentally mentioned in his words just now.

"Who is the man you saw eating three pills of this stuff in the lab?"

The German colonel looked at Malashenko's cold face that was staring at him like a devil, even with a hint of a terrifying smile. He was completely out of control as if he had fallen into an ice hole. His upper and lower lips trembled and he somehow spat out the truth without thinking.

"Your people, Soviets, Red Army prisoners of war brought from concentration camps."

Bang--

A fist as big as the one he was hit with, but with more force and more power, came towards him and grew bigger and bigger. This was the last scene the German colonel saw before his eyes went black and he passed out.

Malashenko, with blood on his hands, waved his hands casually and stood up from the ground. The few petals of poison in his hand were also thrown on the ground. He muttered the truth that had been confirmed.

"Narcotics mixed with ice really fits the nature of you trash who deserve to go to hell."